GRIFFIN’S FRUSTRATION
Ivy’s POV
The door slams shut behind Griffin, the sound ringing through the penthouse. His eyes lock upon mine, flashing with hatred. He’s still wearing his coat, his tie loose and askew, but there’s no sign of tiredness in his fast motions. This is a guy fuelled purely by frustration and anxiety.
“Ivy,” he snaps, his voice taut. “We need to talk. Now.”
I swallow, already braced for what’s ahead. “Griffin, what’s going on?”
He tosses his coat onto the closest chair and lunges at me. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. Your brother has been chatting to Victor Kane. Victor! Do you have any clue what type of peril that puts us in?”
My breath stops in my throat. “I know,” I answer gently. “Nathan didn’t realize who Victor was. He didn’t mean...”
Griffin cuts me of
